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A Clutch Of Old Letters



 In my most recent rummaging through family history documents I came across a collection of letters my mother  exchanged with family and friends in the 1960's and 70's. 

Lifting them out and into the light of day, I found myself fascinated by the language of the letters. Snippets of detail and flourishing turns of phrase were lighting up my reading.

I was intriguied by the content of these letters. I began jotting down lines I loved and began to weave them into an arrangement that sounded like it had some flow, some connection.

 This is Cento poetry, a derivative of found poetry. These old hand written letters have alerted me to an even broader range of possibility when it comes to the search for inspiration...










 

Jottings

-a clutch of old letters


At last I am writing a few lines

Having taken up the pen

-I have done it mentally many times…

 

Just to let you know we now have a Chihuahua puppy

We feed with an eye dropper

She’s a real imp of mischief.

 

Your most welcome letter to hand

Arrived a few days back

Doesn’t time go?

-Am enclosing a couple of snaps.

 

It’s winter with a vengeance here

Have come to the end of my ramblings

Best wishes

I’ll sign off now

From your sincere pal.

Alan j Wright


 It is yet again Poetry Friday and our host this week is Michelle Kogan. Michelle presents a tanka poem to celebrate feathered fathers. To find out more, please pay Michelle a visit.


Comments

  1. How cool! I have old letters that I love to use for inspiration. They don't contain all the emotion or opinions I wish for--but that's ok, I can make it up! These lines are great--hearkening back to a time of pen pals. Oh, the memories. Nicely done, Alan. I might just go pull out some old letters today.

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    1. Hope you find some pearls among those old letters, Linda.

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  2. You discovered a treasure! You wove your mother’s words into a beautiful cento. A couple of favorite phrases: imp of mischief and doesn’t time go…
    Diane Anderson

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    1. Thank you, Diane. So pleased with the treasure I found.

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  3. Very cool, Alan!

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    1. Thanks Tabatha. It was a treat to find this hidden treasure.

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  4. Alan, how serendipitous. I just found a large envelope with different love letters. I have not gone through them yet but your little project sparks my interest in those letters. "Having taken up the pen"-love this line. it is a great opener to your Cento poem. "Winter with a vengeance" reminds me of some wind-blasting snowstorms in NYS while I was growing up.

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    1. Yes, Carol, serendipitous is the word. I recall those NYC snow storms too.

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  5. Gosh, I recognize that nostalgic air mail patterned envelope and wax seals! The art of letter-writing, offering a reflective glimpse into one's week or summer, is just that...ART. What a gift to sift through handwritten thoughts and compile yet more art.

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    1. Nostalgia pervades these words. It was certainly a gift to come across these words.Thanks Patricia/

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  6. Ah Letter writings, I hope they don't become an entirely lost art… Fun that you've abstracted from that handsome collection of letters. Hope the mischievous Chihuahua got enough to eat, thanks Alan!

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    1. Glad you enjoyed my little venture into those special words locked in those letters, Michelle.

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